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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:47 pm
Purchase House slaves, Fighting slaves, Gladiators, Guards, Medicus, and Doctore's here and bring them back to your Ludus to be trained. Also its a perfect place to shop to get low level herbs and medical supplies. The market place only has +1, and +2 items. Be careful...its not the best of markets. Its a small grubby one full of thieves and cut throats. Things here are often cheap. There are also auctions that are sometimes held here. Beware of thieves.
Auction Rules
You can make multipe bids at one time.
Ex. A bids 1 denarii on 2, 3 denarii on 5, and 4 denarii on 6.
5 is the maximum incline pre bid, pre slave.
Ex. A bids 5 on #1.
B bids 10 on #1.
A can not bid 16...that would be over.
You may bid higher then the amount of your current denarii, but beware...this tactic can backfire. At the end you must have enough to pay for the slaves you won. You may find yourself as a slave if you acquire to much debt.
You may not remove a bid already placed.
40 is the maximum bid for any slave. Once reached the one at 40 wins that slave; if money doesn't run out before hand.
Theft Rules
Attempt to steal
State how much they are trying to steal.
Roll a 4 sided dice. 1-2 = successful 3-4 = caught
If caught there must be a punishment to your character. Most likely they will be sent to the Pits, if they are a slave. There they will have to fight for their life.
You can be creative with the punishment, but the more money you were attempting to steal the harsher the punishment should be.
Ex. stealing 5 denarii might get your character's finger cut off.
Stealing 10 denarii a whole hand.
20 and above a trip to the Pits, blinding, possible death, harm to your Ludus, you get the point.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:24 pm
 There in the darkness of the slave market poor Ticinous hangs, he looks almost like a skeleton topped in an unreal red topping of dirty messy hair. His soiled loin clothe barely hangs on to his pointy hips, his privates barely private. He moans from hunger and pain, his eyes blurred in the shadows. Bits of bread fly at him from the cage front, some finely dressed magistrate mumbling something about death in one day. He sighs to himself, perhaps this is to finally be the end. The end to the torture and beating at the hands of the guards, the foul bits of food, when he got any. The foul water and most of all that smell, that radiate off everything around this place. Let this be the end...
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 7:51 am
Arcus was no fool and a man able to quickly adapt, he would play the part he was given until opportunity was right for otherwise. The Roman's marveled at his cut, the definition of his muscles and the hue of mahogany that seemed to shine even in the dim light. Keeping silent there was one man in particular eyeballing him and the rest of the slaves. A older fat Noble who looked like he had his mouth on the #^$% of Bacchus all morning, and was happy to swallow every drop given. " s**t f#^$king sons of whores the lot of them...Not a man of worth among them. " The Roman said with a haughty hiss as he drank more wine from his flask, whilst displaying his failure to be impressed.
The merchant who had purchased Arcus stepped forth a dirty man with greasy hair; in Arcus's mind anyone who would sell a life was scum and that he was. Tapping the ground with the stick he used to prop himself up he walked forward. These slaves had cost him little money and loosing one or two wouldn't be that big of a hindrance. He knew that the words of a man of such position could sway the others not to buy from him. These people would need entertainment to change their thoughts and keep their minds off of the heat. Pointing directly at the noble he smiled showing every last one of his yellow rotting teeth.
"You would have demonstration then?"
As he was about to turn to walk away the Noble's eye sparked with interest as he was preparing to make his leave before the statement. Eye's meeting with the Slave Merchants he walked back over to the displayed slaves, hobbling with each step as a young greek slave woman fanned him. "That seems appropriate given their lack of worth..." The merchant smiled, though these men in his mind where worth less than a pile of rat s**t, seeing their violent natures unleashed might sway some to buy them still. Turning around to his guards he motioned them to go over to the slaves.
"Remove shackles from Destrius and Arcus..."
Hearing this the Nubian's eye's snapped from his trance, the opportunity to be bought was appealing to him. He loathed that rotten mouthed b*****d and his foul smelling slave quarters and maggot ridden food. Given the chance he would rip the testicles from his sack and jam them into his eye sockets. Stepping forth as he was commanded to he turned to face the most massive Greek he had ever seen in his life, the man stood at least a head taller than him. Though he wasn't as cut it could be seen by his build that he had a deal more muscle than Arcus, and further dwarfing him with immense rotund girth that jiggled with each step. Jupiter's c**k....
The Nubian thought as the merchant gave the command for them to fight, he didn't want to but it needed to be done and he would not leave unless he impressed. As the massive man charged towards him, Arcus's face became fierce like a feral panther. As the man grabbed a hold of him Arcus slid his arms under the giant Gaul's and braced his legs to keep from being muscled to the ground. Destrius grinned at him as he began to push the smaller Nubian back preparing to fall ontop of him. The spectators where getting excited as they watched the two slaves fight each other. A sense of urgency hit Arcus as he heard the Roman's talking a few noting him as worthless....That was unacceptable.
Suddenly Arcus dropped down and twisted his body using the man's own weight and momentum against him. Throwing the Gaul to the ground he jumped high into the air to pounce on surprised at how quick the large man returned to his feet. When the Gaul threw a sloppy punch at his face, the Nubian smiled knowing with speed and form like that this man would not last with him in an exchange. Blocking the punch by thrusting his right elbow into it, he returned with two powerful jabs that busted his face up. The furious Destrius growled and threw two more punches. Ducking under them Arcus punched several times quickly to the body, bone crushing force being delivered into the massive Celt's ribs; with his ribs bruised the Gaul began to spit blood growing even angrier.
Flashing a smile into the crowd the Nubian dropped his hands to hang at his sides showing that he felt no danger. As the Celt rushed him he swayed his head side to side narrowly avoiding the man's powerful strikes. It's over. Dropping his level by leaning back he let the Gaul rush in to grab him again, springing forward and snapping his left while he rolled his shoulder and turned his hips. A loud smacking sound echoed as Arcus's hand slammed into the Gaul's skull knocking him unconscious. Standing over the much bigger man Arcus turned around and walked back into line leaving the audience stunned.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 4:19 pm
 ☠ ℱelixus ℋeracles☠  Location ≪ Slave Market
Tagged ≪ Nobody
Health ≪ 80/100
OCC ≪ None❝ Luck has nothing to do with it. ❝ 
A lived expression pained the face of Felix as guards dragged his body down a side street of the slave market. Blood dripped from a scratch on his face, left by his previous owner, a sign of gratitude for winning many fights down in the pits, but getting injured in the process. A large gash in his chest, bleeds through the thread that strains to keep the wound shut. He is a sight of sorrow, yet pride still gleams in his very eye. There are many fights still left in his battered corpse. He eyed his surroundings with disgust. He was a ******** war god back home, and here, he stands nothing but a feral slave. It was an outrage to the Sicilian, but that's the way Roman's do things. Instead of killing in war, they capture, imprison, and sell as slaves for little coin. Felix refused to die within the mines, digging away his life. If he was going to be a slave, he would grab life and squeeze every ounce of wine out of it.
His brown eyes turned to watch a fight being held. Two slaves, huge beasts, were battling it out for what? Demonstration? He wanted in on this. The man with black dreads seemed quiet the opponent. Felix himself was on the small side, standing only five feet, eight inches and weighing almost a hundred and eighty pounds. He was no beast of carnage; and though he be but little, he is fierce. He could make any man suck his c**k dry, given right opportunity. He needed a chance to prove himself, but how? The fight before him ended quickly, the larger beast knocked unconscious. The guards, no longer distracted by fight, turned away and headed toward the mines. He obeyed, and waited for the right opportunity. As the passed the large coliseum, cheers could be heard loud and clear. A gladiator match was being held, probably some ritual to please the Gods. Becoming a gladiator was how he was to avoid sucking c**k down in the mines. With that thought, the guards unsuspecting; he yanked with all his might, attempting to free the chains from the guards hands. He succeeded, and quickly tucked tail and ran. "I WILL NOT DIE IN THE MINES!!!" He only had freed himself for a few minutes, enough time to scurry back to the market and prove himself to a worthy buyer.
Unfortunately, he ran right back into the hands of his owner, who decided last minute to throw him in a slave auction. The number seven was placed around his neck as he was shackled in with the rest of the rotten lot.
(EDIT)
♪♫
I've got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes.
Hate in my heart, love in my mind.
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed so never mind.
♪♫    
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:36 pm
 Kerouss Generus Owner of the Pheonix Cycle and Gambler Kerouss frowned slightly from his elevated position, the fight between the two men had interested him only for a moment. "A good fighter, but not what I'm looking for I think." He murmured to himself then turned his head slightly when he heard a disturbance. He watched as a man ran back towards the markets. Unfortunatly Kerouss on ly caught a couple glimpses of him but already he was interested. "I wonder...." He murmured before setting off at a brisk pace to find out where the running man was being sold. Truth be told the man interested him meerly by running, which meant that he had escaped some guards...which meant that he was headed towards the mines...unless of course he was being sent to one of the pits. In any case he wanted to get a good look at the man.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 7:28 pm
 Azam Shakiba This particular female did not collect images like the average human. Her world was one set in eternal darkness. Instead she picked details and hints given from her trained other senses and worked them together to make a picture, much like solving a puzzle. Sounds, smells, taste, touch, and vibrations were often enough to give her enough information to follow what was happening around her. Her blindness was not at all noticeable unless someone studied her particularly hard. She had learned to live with her disability and persevered. Actually one might say she went above and beyond even a mediocre slave.
Her toes flexed and felt the hard wood beneath her feet. She assumed she was on a display block. The soft jangling noise beside her suggested that someone was chained on the neighboring block; most likely a slave. The grunts the chained person made sounded male and spoke of his condition. He was obviously not well. There was the usual hustle and bustle noise in the background, but one close conversation drew her ear's attention. She listened to a man who spoke arrogantly, she assumed he had some power. Then another voice spoke, this one speaking defensively. Then the obvious merchant offered a demonstrate. There was a pause and a shuffle of feet. The higher ranked male had moved closer, probably to watch. Names were called and feet shifted forward. She followed the fight with nothing more then her ears and smell. After awhile a heavy thud told her one of the males had been grounded.
Now another spectacle would take place. The woman began to sway her hips slightly. Maybe a song and dance she thought would lift the spirits in the market place and bless the other slaves with being brought. She could only hope for such things. She yearned to be again inside the shelter of a building. The sun beat down on the slaves like a guard's fist. She could smell the sweat coming from the men fighting and hear clopping feet approaching. The scent of earth clinging to them smelled of the mines. She began to focus, her belly rolling in a serene wave of bronzed skin. Arms were outstretched to either side of her. Blue-ish garment rustled and spread from the movements. The veil never shifting off of her eyes. It gave her a mysterious appeal as well as hinted that she had been owned before; especially with the cerulean necklace that accented her exposed neck. Her fingers gracefully moved to a beat inside her head. Pointer touching thumb with the other digits fanning out, creating elaborate patterns in the air. The blue cloth danced along with her, flailing about. Her mouth parted and she began to sing in Farsi, her native language. Her feet would slide across the wood, stopping when they touched the edge on all sides. To others one might think it was part of the dance but she was actually calculating how much room she had on the block. The plank hanging from the front of her display had a number 2 on it. More number planks were being passed out or was draped around the slave's who did was not on a display box. A messenger started to announce the start of an auction.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:01 pm
All the scuffling and pushing as the brutes are pushed forward onto platforms, he looks about, worried he may get trampled, then rough arms have him, pushing him forward into the bright sun. A fight has broke out and a lumbering oaff is being shown the basic rules of mobility versus power. He cringes as he sees the wounds inflicted. Then the rough hands stop him, he is placed apon the 5th platform, the number easily seen on the front. He stands straight, his ribs showing, his filthy skin and hair embarassing. Understanding that he must be bought this day or die a horrible slow death in the mines, He stands as proud as a rack of bones in a skin sack can look.
Glancing around the crowd, his hopes sink, not many scholars it seems in this part of the city. Then the sound of heavy boots and running, and the flashes of someone escaping, oh wait... returning to the slave market. His mind boggles at the concept..
He waits baking in the sun.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:20 pm
♔םomina♔
Ⱦrasea Ⱥtia Ȼalidus
Current Bids
2 - 1 Denari
5 - 1 Denari
7 - 1 Denari
9 - 1 Denari
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:33 pm
Kerouss Generus Owner of the Pheonix Cycle and Gambler Kerouss frowned slightly when he lost the man then smiled once more, if the man was a slave he'd be at the auction. With his plan in mind he left for the sale blocks. When he arrived he noticed few Dominias around and sighed slightly as he examined his choices. He discounted nine straight off as it was the man he had observed in the pit earlier, he seemed to boring and uninteresting. His eyes passed over number seven for the moment as there was no point bidding on a house slave or a Medicus since he didn't have a warrior yet...which is when he locked onto number five. "Five Denari for number five." He told the autioneer and examined his other choices, number seven drew his eyes when he noticed the necklace and her blindfold, that and the fact that she was a Medicus. "Nine for number Seven." And it was then that his eyes fell on the last one of any interest, poor number two. the poor boy seemed to be suffering from stravation and yet, he saw something in his eyes. "Three for number two."Current bids: 2 - 9 Denari 5 - 3 Denari 7 - 5 Denari 9 - Nothing
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:08 pm
♔םomina♔
Ⱦrasea Ⱥtia Ȼalidus
Current Bids
2 - 10 Denari
9 - 1 Denari
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:10 pm
Kerouss Generus Owner of the Pheonix Cycle and Gambler Current bids: 2 - 11 Denari 5 - 3 Denari 7 - 5 Denari 9 - 3 Denari
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